Volume 1, Chapter 10: Don't Call Me Unless Someone Is Dead

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A sly flicker crossed Zhou Jingmo’s brows as he thought to himself, He only left three hours ago—how did a fight break out so quickly? Pushing open the office door, he grabbed the car keys from the desk and headed toward the exit. “Is Yihuan hurt?”

“No... no, it’s just the madam and the eldest miss who got injured worse,” came the reply.

Zhou Jingmo returned, tossing the keys back onto the desk before lazily sinking into the boss’s chair. His assistant, Liu Mu, handed him a large financial report. Zhou Jingmo took it, signed it, and handed it back without changing his expression. “Anyone dead?”

“No... no deaths.”

“If no one’s dead, don’t bother calling me. Just call an ambulance.”

Zhou Jingmo hung up abruptly, flicking his fingers toward the door. Without a word, Liu Mu quietly left the office and closed the door behind him.

He then dialed Zhong Li’s number. The first call went unanswered, so he tried again, enduring the long wait once more.

At that moment, Zhong Li was locked in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a Porsche 911 on the road. The 911 kept cutting her off aggressively, once nearly pushing her into the roadside guardrail.

Zhong Li wasn’t one to back down. She chased the 911 for three blocks, swearing she wouldn’t leave until she wrecked that car.

Suddenly, she accelerated, forcing her way into the adjacent lane and causing the 911 to swerve sharply. Then, using the same move again, she made a sudden right turn, cutting off the 911’s path once more.

This time, the 911 couldn’t avoid the collision. Its front smashed headlong into Zhong Li’s Audi RS7.

With a dull crash, the Porsche’s front end crumpled severely, the hood popping open and wisps of white smoke rising.

Zhong Li’s own car fared no better—twisted doors and scratches scarred the body.

Clapping her hands, Zhong Li cheered, “Yes!”

She grabbed her vibrating phone from the passenger seat, curious who was calling.

Seeing Zhou Jingmo’s name on the screen, her heart instantly leapt into her throat.

In this world, there were only two people she feared: her biological brother Zhong Xu, and Zhou Jingmo, who wasn’t related but exercised more control over her than even her own brother.

Her Adam’s apple bobbed nervously as she quickly pressed to answer. Though Zhou Jingmo couldn’t see her now, she smiled ingratiatingly. “Brother Jingmo.”

His voice was cool. “You don’t reply to texts, ignore calls... Should I buy you a giant old-school phone? One that’s loud as hell and even reads out numbers?”

Zhong Li was speechless.

“Has Yihuan contacted you today?”

“She has,” Zhong Li replied, gazing through the windshield at the furious 911 driver standing with hands on hips in front of her car. A sudden jolt of realization struck her mind.

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She had completely forgotten about Jiang Yihuan.

Zhou Jingmo’s voice came again over the phone. “Did you crawl here? You’re still not there?”

“I’m almost there, just around the corner.”

Zhong Li hung up, shifted into reverse, then slammed the accelerator, roaring past the 911 driver.

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